Red eyes watched the Wood Elf pick at her food, her dagger stabbed the rather rare cooked meat as juices dripped from her chin. It fell down and stained onto the table yet she still seemed eager to shove more in than her mouth could hold. A surprise for Zaad, he thought her mouth was big enough the way it could snap comebacks. Maybe meat was too much for her, he mused a bit. It took only seconds for his body edge around from her back and face leaned in over her shoulder. His timing perfect just when she had her mouth filled with another large bite. A wickedly delight grin flashed across his sandy lips.
“You sure like your meat thick, don’t you, Doll Face?” Zaad said in a cheerful tone.
Auriel had to resist the urge to turn her bloody dagger on the demon. She’d been enjoying the meal immensely, for a number of reasons. Firstly, she hadn’t eaten in quite some time, over a day by her reckoning and before then all she’d had was travel rations, hardly anything anyone should live on. Secondly, there had been a poncy noble looking human across the table from her. He’d been pointedly eating with the fine knife and fork that’d been provided, even dabbing at his mouth with a little piece of cloth. She found it incredibly fun to have been eating so crudely with her multi-purpose dagger right in front of him, a rakish grin plastered on her face. She wasn’t usually so messy, but she’d made an occasion of it for the noble who thought he was better than everyone else. Of course, now the bloody demon had decided to rear his ugly dust filled head and try and ruin her fun.
She calmly finished her mouthful and wiped her chin with the back of her hand before looking at the demon. “At least I can get meat, thick or thin, however I like it.” She said, cutting another piece off the meat in front of her with her dagger.
“Hahaha, but it doesn’t look like you can handle it. Ill practiced at eating it, I take it?” Zaad commented, quick and to the point. He wasn’t bothering to be polite in any sense. On a note, he didn’t expect her to hold back either.
His eyes shifted to note where the Elf had been looking earlier. His eyebrow lifted on two of his four eyes, uncertain for the reason she would’ve been staring or the fact what she found interesting about the male. The guy looked like a snot nice rich boy to him. One in a million, nothing to make him stand out yet the Elf seemed fixed on him.
“Stare hard enough at him, he might notice you.” Zaad softly chuckled.
“Or maybe he’ll realise he’s even more of a prick than you, and even less likely to get any company for the night.” Auriel said by way of reply. She turned her chair to face the demon then, stabbing at the piece of cut meat with her dagger and bringing it to her mouth, making a show of enjoying it as she ate. She was fairly sure the demon was incapable of eating normal food. Once she’d swallowed, she spoke sarcastically to the demon. “To what do I owe the pleasure of your company Dusty? Tired of shouting at gargoyles? Everyone else get sick of you?”
“Nay,” He said, clearly enjoyed her foul mood around him. After all, it was a demon’s bread and butter to make mortals miserable. “Doll, just thought I would get a kick at seeing you bite off more then you can handle. It’s rather cute how you try to use that big gob of yours. There is a limit how far it stretches after all, didn’t you know?”
His form shifted and sat against the edge, naturally nearest he could. His eyes shifted over to the head table just in time to see Khan flash him a warning glance and then followed by the Esyire’s voice echoed within his head. Naturally the Boss was wary about him. His black arms crossed over, his mouth turned up into a frown while he listened to the Demonomancer’s question. Likely Auriel’s ear would only caught Zaad’s half of the conversation since.
“Yeah Boss? I’ve not done anything...except for talking. Yes, did that. Nothing there save for a few students necking by the wall. I left them alone…” Zaad then added in a lower tone, “Mostly.”
In truth he dumped a bucket of cold water over the pair, their forms still nice and sopping wet when he left. The expressions on their faces had been well worth it all. Even if he hated water. Of course the Boss saw it differently and literally chewed his ass out, the demon looked slightly uncomfort while he remained silent. When the conversation with Khan finally ceased, Zaad couldn’t help mumbling in frustration under his breath about being scolded for something about water and having fun.
Auriel apparently didn’t need to reply to the latest series of insults. No sooner had she opened her mouth to speak than the demon was contacted by her boss. From his appearance and uncharacteristic silence, she guessed he’d done something and wrong and was being scolded for it. She sat and smirked while he was silent, leaving the half finished meal on the plate. She was beginning to get full, and she decided it was time for a drink. Before she could act however, the demon seemed to be muttering, and she thought to take advantage of the situation before he could get any more insults in again. “Have you been a naughty little dust cloud then? Ruined your bosses plans? It must be so fun having someone holding your leash all the time, making sure you never get a chance to get away with anything fun. Like this.” She said, reaching over and picking up one of the ornate candle holders. She shoved the flame into Zaad’s face, grinning as she did so.
Fire danced and seared his face before he could reply. Pain erupted and crackled as once more his face turned to glass, the sand fused into a crystal matter that was a crude sculpture of his original. That little bitch! Zaad nearly snarled. His temper naturally flared as his head whipped back to her. His eyes reddened by the fury in his face, his hand had immediately flicked into a claw and had been about to slap the wench when Khan spotted him. The Headmaster had been about to answer Lucilia when he felt Zaad’s pain as well as anger. His eyes widen and the Esyire abruptly stood, his deep voice when he barked a command.
“ZAAD!”
The demon stopped immediately, his hand just inches from carving a new smile into Auriel’s pretty little face. He growled, feral and ill tempered, then struggled to lower his hand. The words he spoke were simple. “Bitch if you only knew what price he paid for that control… or the fact I’m the mildest of them. It’s not over, not by a long shot. He doesn’t know everything and no one flays me twice and gets away with it.”
With that his body moved forward, vanished into the nearest shadow quickly. Khan’s standing body watched the demon fade and finally was gone before he once more sat down.
Auriel poked her tongue out and made a face as the demon withdrew. She’d manage to thoroughly piss him off now, and she turned back to finish her food, a satisfied expression on her face.
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Dinner time?
I'd imagine sometime around 5-8ish...
I'd imagine sometime around 5-8ish...
Xyden picked at a strange cooked fish, the soft flesh coming away with ease in his long, sharp teeth. It tasted strange, completely unlike any of the fish he was used to eating. When he’d asked where it was from, he’d been told it was a rare specimen found only in rivers and lakes in Djarkel. He wasn’t sure whether he wanted to scoff it all down and get more or spit it out in disgust, so for now he just picked at it. At least some of the things in the feast were proper meals though. He’d found a deep-squid meal that was apparently considered a delicacy by the Surface Dwellers but was in fact a common dish for his people. Another pleasant surprise was finding a species of seaweed that only grew in the presence of the heat and light that stemmed from the volcanic vents on the ocean floor. He wondered how they had managed to acquire it, but rather than letting it bother him he instead had eaten half of the total amount of the ‘delicacy’ savouring the taste of home.
The other thing that had put Xyden into a decidedly good mood was the rune he’d been given by the small Land-Strider called Val. It made sure his skin was always covered with a thin sheen of water, and while it wasn’t nearly equivalent to actually being submerged, it was far more pleasant than being dry. With that, he’d felt that he could leave his trident and the bronze parts of his armour behind in the temporary room he'd been allocated. Leaving the imposing shaped armour plates behind was a gesture of trust towards the college and its guardians, but he'd still felt his shark-leather vestments to be necessary. The humans seemed to have rule against wearing nothing that he didn't intend to break without understanding it. That and his armour was one of the few advantages he had over the female Naga should she decide to make good on her threat. He tried not to think about such unpleasantness in what was clearly meant to be a joyous occasion though.
In terms of drink, he was unsure of the purpose of all the strange smelling oddly coloured liquids, opting instead for the purest of waters. It was highly refreshing, especially since there seemed no limit to the amount he could get unlike in his travels to get to this place. Looking into one of the clear glass pitchers of liquid, Xyden couldn't help but wonder how many of the others here had magic similar to him. Rather than asking and perhaps offending a Surface Dweller with his lack of knowledge about their ccutoms he instead chose to try and control the water from the pitcher in a display of his ability, hoping others like him would see and investigate. He placed his hand on the rim of the pitcher and focused, forcing the water to run up the glass against gravity and onto his hand where it pooled in his palm, rising to a level where it should of spilled over, but instead retained its form. He made sure to focus only on the water in front of him, his experience with manipulating all the water in the area had apparently lead him near death, not something he wanted to replicate here.
Once he had drained half the remaining water from the pitcher onto his hand, he brought it close to his mouth and commanded the water to cross the small gap between his hand and his mouth. A portion of the water reached across and he felt the refreshing sensation of the cold liquid flowing downt he throat, but as he focused on that for a moment, the magic suddenly ceased. The water he had been holding in place with his magic splashed down his front, soaking the already damp Shark-leather on his chest. He chided himself for the slightly embarrassing display, but did not show any feelings towards these Surface Dwellers. Many looked at him with fear, simply because of his appearance, and that was how he wanted it to stay.
The other thing that had put Xyden into a decidedly good mood was the rune he’d been given by the small Land-Strider called Val. It made sure his skin was always covered with a thin sheen of water, and while it wasn’t nearly equivalent to actually being submerged, it was far more pleasant than being dry. With that, he’d felt that he could leave his trident and the bronze parts of his armour behind in the temporary room he'd been allocated. Leaving the imposing shaped armour plates behind was a gesture of trust towards the college and its guardians, but he'd still felt his shark-leather vestments to be necessary. The humans seemed to have rule against wearing nothing that he didn't intend to break without understanding it. That and his armour was one of the few advantages he had over the female Naga should she decide to make good on her threat. He tried not to think about such unpleasantness in what was clearly meant to be a joyous occasion though.
In terms of drink, he was unsure of the purpose of all the strange smelling oddly coloured liquids, opting instead for the purest of waters. It was highly refreshing, especially since there seemed no limit to the amount he could get unlike in his travels to get to this place. Looking into one of the clear glass pitchers of liquid, Xyden couldn't help but wonder how many of the others here had magic similar to him. Rather than asking and perhaps offending a Surface Dweller with his lack of knowledge about their ccutoms he instead chose to try and control the water from the pitcher in a display of his ability, hoping others like him would see and investigate. He placed his hand on the rim of the pitcher and focused, forcing the water to run up the glass against gravity and onto his hand where it pooled in his palm, rising to a level where it should of spilled over, but instead retained its form. He made sure to focus only on the water in front of him, his experience with manipulating all the water in the area had apparently lead him near death, not something he wanted to replicate here.
Once he had drained half the remaining water from the pitcher onto his hand, he brought it close to his mouth and commanded the water to cross the small gap between his hand and his mouth. A portion of the water reached across and he felt the refreshing sensation of the cold liquid flowing downt he throat, but as he focused on that for a moment, the magic suddenly ceased. The water he had been holding in place with his magic splashed down his front, soaking the already damp Shark-leather on his chest. He chided himself for the slightly embarrassing display, but did not show any feelings towards these Surface Dwellers. Many looked at him with fear, simply because of his appearance, and that was how he wanted it to stay.
Sounds good Sep.
As a Sith you can still ask any of the free Jedi players to collab with you anytime you want, only a few of them actually ask to be tortured by someone specific here...
As a Sith you can still ask any of the free Jedi players to collab with you anytime you want, only a few of them actually ask to be tortured by someone specific here...
And posted.
Ariadne listened to Miller describing the Tau'ri policy to leave no-one behind, even an outsider like herself, feeling slightly embarrassed for forgetting that aspect. It was, after all one of the reasons she so admired them. Her fears were not entirely allayed, but it was enough that she wouldn’t speak of it again. Then she watched Milton Brandt work at the door, trying to find a way in. He was unable to make the device function, and suggested some other means of getting past it, but once he was finished, Miller just instead asked her to simply shoot it.
At his comment about the Zat’nik’tel, a smile crept onto the corner of her mouth. Many who knew about the full functions of a Zat’nik’tel thought they were more powerful weapons than they were, and she enjoyed educating those people as to the varying effects the weapon could have. Milton had moved away from the door at Miller’s initial suggestion of her using her staff weapon, leaving her with a clear shot at the large inanimate object. In a fluid motion, she transferred her staff to the hand next to the Zat’nik’tel holster and drew the weapon, activating at as she did so. She quickly pointed it at the door and fired three shots in rapid succession, watching as the bright blue energy moved over the doors surface before dissipating. The opening mechanism exploded in a shower of sparks as its system was overloaded, and the door remained where it was. “The Zat’nik’tel is not an all powerful weapon. If it could truly disintegrate anything with a mere three shots, there would be no need for any other weapon. That effect usually only occurs on organic tissue and small objects nearby the tissue, and even then, when firing on anything not human, it may not always occur, depending on the structure of the target in question.” She deactivated the Zat and returned it to its holster before grasping her staff in both hands and stepping up closer to the door.
She pointed the staff weapon to where the console had once been and thumbed the activation switch. “The staff weapon, however, has a fairly consistent effect on solid metallic objects.” She said before firing the weapon several times at the edge of the door. The familiar sound of a staff discharge impacting metal resounded every time and the ancient metal shook with each hit, being flash vaporized at the point of impact. A metallic creaking could be heard as she stopped, and Ariadne quickly realised that her firing had most likely severely strained whatever locking method the door was using. It would probably have resisted the anti personnel weapon if it was in prime condition, but 2000 years in the sun with no maintenance had exacted a heavy toll. She struck it once tentatively with the blunt end of the staff weapon, a triumphant smile forming on her face as it gave slightly. Adjusting her grip on the weapon, she brought it down again with all her might, more than most humans could ever naturally achieve, and with a hideous metallic wrenching sound the door gave way, falling into the blackness beyond with a thud.
She stopped frozen then, doing her best not shut her eyes in fear, waiting for the inevitable scan followed by being beamed somewhere… unpleasant.
At his comment about the Zat’nik’tel, a smile crept onto the corner of her mouth. Many who knew about the full functions of a Zat’nik’tel thought they were more powerful weapons than they were, and she enjoyed educating those people as to the varying effects the weapon could have. Milton had moved away from the door at Miller’s initial suggestion of her using her staff weapon, leaving her with a clear shot at the large inanimate object. In a fluid motion, she transferred her staff to the hand next to the Zat’nik’tel holster and drew the weapon, activating at as she did so. She quickly pointed it at the door and fired three shots in rapid succession, watching as the bright blue energy moved over the doors surface before dissipating. The opening mechanism exploded in a shower of sparks as its system was overloaded, and the door remained where it was. “The Zat’nik’tel is not an all powerful weapon. If it could truly disintegrate anything with a mere three shots, there would be no need for any other weapon. That effect usually only occurs on organic tissue and small objects nearby the tissue, and even then, when firing on anything not human, it may not always occur, depending on the structure of the target in question.” She deactivated the Zat and returned it to its holster before grasping her staff in both hands and stepping up closer to the door.
She pointed the staff weapon to where the console had once been and thumbed the activation switch. “The staff weapon, however, has a fairly consistent effect on solid metallic objects.” She said before firing the weapon several times at the edge of the door. The familiar sound of a staff discharge impacting metal resounded every time and the ancient metal shook with each hit, being flash vaporized at the point of impact. A metallic creaking could be heard as she stopped, and Ariadne quickly realised that her firing had most likely severely strained whatever locking method the door was using. It would probably have resisted the anti personnel weapon if it was in prime condition, but 2000 years in the sun with no maintenance had exacted a heavy toll. She struck it once tentatively with the blunt end of the staff weapon, a triumphant smile forming on her face as it gave slightly. Adjusting her grip on the weapon, she brought it down again with all her might, more than most humans could ever naturally achieve, and with a hideous metallic wrenching sound the door gave way, falling into the blackness beyond with a thud.
She stopped frozen then, doing her best not shut her eyes in fear, waiting for the inevitable scan followed by being beamed somewhere… unpleasant.
Time to make this door go away.
Oh, and I refuse to have the Zat be that much of a miracle weapon... Its silly in my opinion. Further description in the post...
Oh, and I refuse to have the Zat be that much of a miracle weapon... Its silly in my opinion. Further description in the post...
My my... I think we might need to write another collab Rtron.
This will be fun.
This will be fun.
Just a short Ponders post... hopefully someone will talk to him, otherwise he'll have to get adventurous.
Auriel and Xyden posts to come later when others have placed their own characters, unless someone fancies a collab, in which case just pm me...
Auriel and Xyden posts to come later when others have placed their own characters, unless someone fancies a collab, in which case just pm me...
Ponders took in the many sights and sounds of the great feast hall as he stood by one of the grand tables. He didn't need to eat, couldn't eat in fact, but the messenger who'd informed him of this event had said it was quite special, only happened once a year and well worth going to, and so he'd left his stack of books to attend. It seemed that the majority of the students of the college had also chosen to arrive, and many of them were already digging into the food stacked on the tables for them. The messenger had been right - this was worth going to. It was a prefect oppurtunity to learn more of the students. They weren't the main reason he was here, but new knowledge of any sort served to sustain him just as the food sustained the creatures of flesh around him. He'd spent so long watching and thinknig about slow and still environments that this bustle of activity was quite a refreshing change, even if he had trouble keeping up with it all.
Ponders was trying to watch each and every student all at once, and as he divided his focus, the many smaller stones that made up his form began to shift out of the humanoid shape they were usually in, revolving in slow circles around the larger central piece that was his sensory hub. Here a Snow elf trying to reach across the table, there a half snake half man sitting awkwardly picknig at the exotic food, and at yet another table a crimson haired elf tearing into a piece of meat as though she hadn't eaten in days. These were just a few of the things Ponders tried to watch, each case fascinating in itself and deserving of his full attention, but every one happening at once and thus dividing that attention.
A thought was taking shape as he watched the flesh creatures consume both other dead fleshlings and parts of plants. The thought formed into a question as he watched an Esyire tear a piece of meat with his sharp teeth before washing it down with a steaming drink. What was it like to taste? Taste was not one of his senses, the lack of both it and smell being made up for with his exceedinly good hearing and wide field of vision, but in this case he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. He might hear and see better, but he wouldn't know of the variety the fleshlings could experience. Perhaps when one was no longer busy with its food he would have the oppurtunity to ask. Maybe he'd get to ask several of them if he was lucky. But not yet. Now was the time to watch, and there was so much to see!
Ponders was trying to watch each and every student all at once, and as he divided his focus, the many smaller stones that made up his form began to shift out of the humanoid shape they were usually in, revolving in slow circles around the larger central piece that was his sensory hub. Here a Snow elf trying to reach across the table, there a half snake half man sitting awkwardly picknig at the exotic food, and at yet another table a crimson haired elf tearing into a piece of meat as though she hadn't eaten in days. These were just a few of the things Ponders tried to watch, each case fascinating in itself and deserving of his full attention, but every one happening at once and thus dividing that attention.
A thought was taking shape as he watched the flesh creatures consume both other dead fleshlings and parts of plants. The thought formed into a question as he watched an Esyire tear a piece of meat with his sharp teeth before washing it down with a steaming drink. What was it like to taste? Taste was not one of his senses, the lack of both it and smell being made up for with his exceedinly good hearing and wide field of vision, but in this case he couldn't help but feel a sense of loss. He might hear and see better, but he wouldn't know of the variety the fleshlings could experience. Perhaps when one was no longer busy with its food he would have the oppurtunity to ask. Maybe he'd get to ask several of them if he was lucky. But not yet. Now was the time to watch, and there was so much to see!
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